kane got quite the rise out of watching her tiptoe to kiss him. even more of a rise was when she pulled him by the fucking belt to give him a kiss.

”fuck yeah.”

the words are mumbled against her lips as he cranes enough to grab the back of her neck. half a step closer and their lips touch, his hand on the back of her head is not forceful, but inviting. giving her the chance to pull away if she wants but gripping enough to say he hoped to arceus she didn’t pull away.

his free hand is on her hip within seconds of the kiss. folding along the clothing on her body. he scowls against their kiss. it’s barely begone and already he’s interrupting it with his scowl.

”you’ve got too many clothes on.”

the gripe was given as he smirked, bending to his godsdamned knees in order to smirk up at her. not through lashes, no. he doesn’t want his gaze interrupted by anything. as he kneels, before her, his form of worship shapes before her in the way his hands begin to ghost up the softness of her calves and then the sides of her supple thighs.

callused fingers press gently as he finds her hips, lips pressing along the fabric. his way of asking permission is to make her command him. because he’s showing how willing he is to remove her clothing with the way he’s positioned. it is her choice on whether he removes it or not.

[attr="class","kanebr"] Nanette Sanguine